If we could reflect on a time when in a space
All was fair, rested without a care
When we found our truest self in a presence
Time felt at one for all, as we were at peace
Made for this, every breath exuded worship
What others craved for, unruly fought for
We, built in image, bodies felt the oneness
Found our essence, where in such presence, we cried, holy, holy, I îadore
A world now cries out to be delivered from the curse that brought death
Longing to no more reap what we have sown
To enjoy the bountiful harvest of joyful fellowship that once was ours
The light of the morning is coming, when this night of restlessness will be over
When time embracing eternity, will find it rest as from the start
All will know, as the light of love, joy and peace fills every heart
Chris G Peters were born on the most southerly gem in the necklace of islands spanning the Caribbean Sea. Here where the sun shines differently and set as though kissing the horizon, where coral reefs blooms, surf greets the sand, musical rendition of waves pounding the shore. A salty mist is in the air and the verdant beauty of nature abounds everywhere. Learn more.